UGLÙK: they eggs. Taste good. Canapé.
RAMSAY: no I mean, where do you get the eggs
UGLÙK (gesturing towards Shelob’s lair): Get from big spider
RAMSAY: from big spider. Fuck me. Canapé eggs from big spider. Fucking hell.
UGLÙK: they eggs. Taste good. Canapé.
RAMSAY: no I mean, where do you get the eggs
UGLÙK (gesturing towards Shelob’s lair): Get from big spider
RAMSAY: from big spider. Fuck me. Canapé eggs from big spider. Fucking hell.
Gorgon Ramsay:
Gorgon Ramsay:
WAITRESS: That smell is from pheasant being dry-aged.
RAMSAY: “Dry aged”? Is your chef a bloody idiot?
WAITRESS: He’s a barbarian.
RAMSAY: Ok. Thank you love.
*she leaves*
RAMSAY: Wow. No wonder the food’s kuso. The chef’s a barbarian. Fuck me
WAITRESS: That smell is from pheasant being dry-aged.
RAMSAY: “Dry aged”? Is your chef a bloody idiot?
WAITRESS: He’s a barbarian.
RAMSAY: Ok. Thank you love.
*she leaves*
RAMSAY: Wow. No wonder the food’s kuso. The chef’s a barbarian. Fuck me
cat gordon ramsay: interesting, how will you serve it?
me: on an upside down trash can lid
cat gordon ramsay: *stepping closer* fucking brilliant
cat gordon ramsay: interesting, how will you serve it?
me: on an upside down trash can lid
cat gordon ramsay: *stepping closer* fucking brilliant
me, knocking back a handful of Cheez-its: That's right, Gordon, you tell em
me, knocking back a handful of Cheez-its: That's right, Gordon, you tell em
I’ve been watching Kitchen Nightmares.
I’ve been watching Kitchen Nightmares.
Head Chef: NO-
(loud rattling cymbal)
Gordon Ramsay: oh fuck me. the lost city. restaurant is built on top of the lost city
(lizard man hisses at Gordon)
Gordon Ramsay: the lost lizard city. fuck me. fuck off
Head Chef: NO-
(loud rattling cymbal)
Gordon Ramsay: oh fuck me. the lost city. restaurant is built on top of the lost city
(lizard man hisses at Gordon)
Gordon Ramsay: the lost lizard city. fuck me. fuck off
Is this anything?
Is this anything?
Ramsay MacDonald, August 1914.
What say you now, Ramsay!!??
Disapprove: 61%
Approve: 35%
Ipsos / March 23, 2026
Ramsay MacDonald, August 1914.
What say you now, Ramsay!!??
I don't think we should prepare missiles for lunch, bro.
I don't think we should prepare missiles for lunch, bro.
Ramsay: Your food sucks.
Owner: I'm about to beat your fucking ass.
me, knocking back a handful of Cheez-its: That's right, Gordon, you tell em
Ramsay: Your food sucks.
Owner: I'm about to beat your fucking ass.